It's been several weeks now, so I've had time to process and digest.
But at the start, I was so confused, hurt and betrayed to even contemplate what had happened that I couldn't even talk about it.
I was so deceived. Kicked when I was down. Caught unaware.
I thought you were that friend that I had been searching for since being back.
That person that would just understand me and who I could confide in.
The woman who I could cry with,
laugh hysterically with and get up to some mischief in this sleepy sea city with.
Yet you were not.
You were a fraud and something I had closed my eyes to.
For so long in my life, I had to be aware of people's intentions and the subtext that lies in 'truth'.
Time away and meeting genuinely wonderful people made me lazy and complacent.
I trusted you. Put my faith in you.
For you to only throw it back without so much a blink of an eye.
And so instead of mourning the loss of a friend, I accepted it for what it was.
A mistake in humanity.
A clashing of souls.
An example of how clever the facade can really be.
So, it is your loss without our friendship.
Because my care, love and appreciation for you WAS genuine.
And it is rare to really find that.
Good luck to you and all that you do,
I know who I am and what I stand for, which is far more then what you are worth.
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